Edward escaped from Volterra six years ago, as a human. Now that he's changed into a vampire, he thinks back to the girl that saved his life... What happens if he finds out that she's still alive, imprisoned in Volterra? What if, maybe, he loved her? BxE

This
is a new project of mine… If it doesn't generate enough feedback
by the second chapter, I'll probably delete it.

I'm
Twifan. Er… I hope you like my story?

I
don't own anything. At all.

This
chapter is kind of short, sorry!

Chapter
1 - PRISON

Only
one person has ever escaped from Volterra Castle. Once you go in,
human, at least, you don't come out.

Not
ever.

But
that one person is the reason I haven't gone insane these past few
years. The only reason I haven't entirely lost my mind.

The
silence is my only company. This cell is my home. The beams of
moonlight filtering through the small cracks in the wall – that is
the only light in my life.

What
happened to me? I can only wonder if I would have rather suffered as
my parents did, or if this was the better option. A quick death, one
that I wouldn't expect all that much, with only seconds of terror
before darkness. Is that preferable to years in this prison? I wasn't
so sure.

Surely
I wouldn't stay here for forever. I would be free one day, right?
But if I was dead, at least I would be with them. And not so alone.

The
last time I saw a human was easily six years ago, I think. I used to
keep track, but I lost interest after a few years. The last time I
saw a vampire… that would have been just a little over five years
ago. Excluding the occasional flash of white as one of them brought
me food.

Well,
if you could call it food. If a stale, cold loaf of bread and dirty
water every three days was food, I guess you could say I was being
fed. I heard them talking one day. They only fed me enough to keep me
alive, so that I would grow older.

And
growing was a subjective term. Six years ago I was eleven years old,
and I haven't grown much since then. Blame it on the lack of food,
water, fresh air, or sunlight, but the truth was that I was hardly
any taller.

Just
then, I heard a rap on the door, the sound of stone thudding on
stone, and my food was shoved through the small square in the door.
Oftentimes I would look out at the hallway outside of my cell, but it
was the same cold, damp and dark atmosphere as my cell.

I
felt the whoosh of air as my supplier ran off at their inhuman speed,
chilling my already freezing skin. They didn't care if I froze to
death, either. Frostbite wouldn't kill me, only make me lose a few
fingers, as they said. At least this was Italy, and not somewhere
colder. But it still was cold during these winter nights, and my
tattered clothes were so thin. While I hadn't grown much, the shape
of my body had changed, and my clothes fit less and less every year.

I
had to laugh at myself, though. I hadn't had a bath since I was
eleven, and I probably stunk to high heaven. But there was no one
around to smell me besides, well, me, so I guess it didn't matter.

I
knew that my time was running low. When I heard them talking outside
of my cell, as if I didn't exist, it sounded as if I was being held
until I was old enough. They didn't want me to turn out like
someone named "Alec", and occasionally "Jane". I had no idea
who they were, but the looming thought of whatever they were
planning… it did not sound good.

Were
they waiting for my blood to ripen? Why would they wait six years
though, and what made me different from every other person in that
terrible room? I thought back to the movies, and wondered if they
would change me into a monster. But these vampires were not the
Hollywood version in every aspect, so maybe it didn't work that
way.

I
couldn't do anything, though. I was chained to the wall, and there
was no escape. I had once attempted to kill myself, about a year
after I was imprisoned… they used to give me glass water pitchers,
so I broke one and took the glass to my throat. They found me,
though, and somehow healed me. After that, I was only given plastic
cups of water.

Most
days, I couldn't take wallowing in my current situation, so I
thought of the boy I saved. He had been just a few years older than
me, and he was in the same "tour group" that I was. He was
walking just behind me and my parents, his own following behind him.
And as we neared our destination, I saw the front of the line pause.
A deep sense of… fear and dread filled me. So much that I knew
something had to be done. Our parents had gone on ahead, and that's
when I heard the first scream. It was short, and cut off abruptly,
but it was enough for me to start running, and drag him along with
me.

We
raced down the hallways, and I caught sight of one of the side
entrances. I heard curious footsteps behind us, almost if they were
looking for something that they weren't sure was there. I knew I
needed to get out, and I'd take anyone I could with me, so I shoved
him out the door, and followed close behind.

"Run!"
I whisper yelled, and he looked shocked before he complied. We
started darting in between the crowds of people, and just as I turned
a corner, I heard the woman that had led the tour shriek behind me.

He
was so much faster than me, though, and I couldn't see his curious
bronze hair bobbing in front of me anymore. My ever present
clumsiness made me trip over one of the cobblestones, and in less
than a second she was upon me.

"Think
you could escape?" She hissed into my ear. "No one leaves this
castle." She started snickering and added on to her statement.
"Alive, that is."

And
with that I was thrown into a dark sack, and carried away.

Yeah,
very short. Anyway, review? Even if you didn't like it. First
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